Because my leader is sick.

When everyone in the Mingyue Palace heard this, they were all choked and speechless.

What disease can this leader who is as strong as a calf have? Why don’t they know? Are there any brain diseases?

Meeting Mu Yan's puzzled gaze, Ji Wuqing said with a stern finger: "Only the Thirteen Injections of the Heavenly Gate can cure the disease, and you are the only successor of Mu Tianxing, so I only believe in you."

Ji Wuqing's explanation was reasonable. Mu Yan thought for a moment and indeed stretched out his hand to him.

Ji Wuqing stared at Mu Yan's hand uneasy and reached out to him. His breathing gradually stopped, and even his heartbeat began to be out of order.

At this moment, everything around him became quiet.

He was wondering when the last time they held hands?

In the brightness of time, or in the moment of my prime?

He could not remember it, but... he still remembered the slight coolness of her fingertips, the softness of her palms, and the expectation and brightness of those eyes.

It turned out that he had indeed forgotten a lot, and he also remembered a lot...

Everything is about her.

But the next moment, Ji Wuqing was pulled back from the depths of her memory.

Mu Yan's hand missed him and looked straight towards his clothes, where he placed the inner classics that he had snatched from her.

After confirming that the exercises were not damaged, she nodded and said, "Don't worry, the doctor is the parents' heart. I can treat your illness. As for these twenty years of skill, there is no need."

After saying that, Mu Yan turned around and looked at a tall and burly man with a bearded face and said, "I'm sorry, this brave man takes us to the wing room."

The strong man named only felt a chill on his back. If he could, he wanted to shrink himself into a little quail!

The strong man stuttered: "This... the leader of your residence has not given any orders."

Mu Yan had no choice but to turn his gaze to Ji Wuqing, who withdrew his hand without any trace, clenched his fist hidden under his sleeves, and smiled unruly and evilly: "Do you know what these twenty years of skill represent?"

"Authentic."

"Then why not? I am in a good mood today, but after I pass this village tomorrow, I will not have this store."

Mu Yan shook his head firmly: "Thank you, the leader, for your love, I can't use it."

Ji Wuqing wanted to argue a few more words, but when she got to her silent and cool eyes, she couldn't say anything.

She used to be like this, and she never chased and coveted things that did not belong to her.

She would act coquettishly to him and ask for it because in her eyes, he is hers...

But what did he think at that time?

He only thinks she is the most greedy woman in the world...

And now, he hopes that she can be more greedy, even a little bit...

In this case, is there any possibility that he will squeeze into her sight?

"Forget it, I don't know what's wrong." Ji Wuqing seemed to have teased Mu Yan enough, and waved his hand impatiently. "So, from tomorrow, I will teach you how to practice the inner scriptures of "The Thirteen Needles of the Heavenly Gate". No refutation, I don't want to hand over my life to others. You, take Miss Mu to Lihuazhai, and as for this man, throw it to Fengxue Pavilion."

Li Huazhai is the most luxurious palace in the entire Mingyue Palace. Originally, everyone in the Demon Sect thought that it would be Ji Wuqing's own residence. Unexpectedly, after the construction was completed, Ji Wuqing did not live in it except to visit him every few days.

And now, he actually wants to give Li Huazhai to Mu Yan to live?!

Did Mu Yan gull their leader? What did they miss?!

"Don't go yet?"

Ji Wuqing's voice was so cold that it was bone-bone.
Chapter completed!